The Hollow Men

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The Hollow Men




Mistah Kurtz -he dead











A penny for the Old Guy

We are the hollow men*



We are the stuffed men



Leaning together



Headpiece filled with straw.



Alas!






Our dried voices, when


We whisper together



Are quiet and meaningless



As wind in dry grass


Or rats' feet over broken glass



In our dry cellar






Shape without form,shade without colour,

Paralysed force, gesture without motion;











Those who have crossed*


With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom*


Remember us-if at all-not as lost



Violent souls, but only


As the hollow men


The stuffed men.








II


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams


In death's dream kingdom


These do not appear:



There, the eyes are



Sunlight on a broken column










There, is a tree swinging








And voices are
In the wind's singing





More distant and more solemn


Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer

In death's dream kingdom






Let me also wear

Such deliberate disguises

Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves


In a field


Behaving as the wind behaves


No nearer-



Not that final meeting


In the twilight kingdom





III


This is the dead land

This is cactus land







Here the stone images

Are raised, here they receive








The supplication of a dead man's hand*

Under the twinkle of a fading star









Is it like this


In death's other kingdom



Waking alone


At the hour when we are

Trembling with tenderness



Lips that would kiss


Form prayers to broken stone.





IV





The eyes are not here



There are no eyes here



In this valley of dying stars



In this hollow valley



This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms





In this last of meeting places


We grope together


And avoid speech







Gathered on this beach of the tumid river




Sightless, unless


The eyes reappear


As the perpetual star




Multifoliate rose*


Of death's twilight kingdom





The hope only


Of empty men.




V


Here we go round the prickly pear*



Prickly pear prickly pear


Here we go round the prickly pear




At five o'clock in the morning.





Between the idea

And the reality


Between the motion


And the act

Falls the Shadow


For Thine is the Kingdom*





Between the conception


And the creation




Between the emotion

And the response


Falls the Shadow



Life is very long





Between the desire




And the spasm


Between the potency


And the existence



Between the essence
And the descent

Falls the Shadow



For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is


Life is long


For Thine is the...




This is the way the world ends


This is the way the world ends


This is the way the world ends





Not with a bang


but a whimper.

Do Not Go Gentle